There was a mess at the gate of Fang City for a while, even the guards were fighting for the spirit stone that fell on the ground, and the man in black was pushed by someone, and he was blocked in Fang City and couldn't get out, so he was anxious to squeeze with people, but he was helpless. It was easy for the others to disperse, Fang Yan had already run far away, and he didn't have time to inform the others, and besides, he also wanted to eat alone this time, so he chased in the direction of Fang Yan's escape.

However, after a pillar of incense, he found that Fang Yan was in the woods not far away, carefully hiding in the grass, but was betrayed by a small beast that rushed out, and secretly felt ridiculous in his heart. Just when he was a little strange in his heart, why did this person seem so clumsy now, but he crashed headlong into the formation that Fang Yan had set up a long time ago.

"Good thief, it turns out that you have been waiting for me here for a long time. The man in black secretly complained to himself, no wonder he was hiding here so stupidly, thinking that he had already messed up, it turned out that this kid had been prepared.

After Fang Yan activated the formation, he wanted to escape, but after thinking about it, this person is only a fourth-level cultivator, only two levels higher than himself, and since he cultivated Pure Yang Gong, he feels that his mana and physical body have improved rapidly, but unfortunately he has never fought with anyone, so he tried it today, anyway, it will be too late to run if he can't beat it.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan turned on the power of the formation with all his might, while the man in black attacked frantically with a short sword magic weapon, and the magic circle suddenly crumbled a little. In order to trap this man, Fang Yan sent out a few talismans from time to time, diverting his attacks and constantly consuming his mana. Pity this black-clothed man is a loose cultivator, specializing in looting the low-level monks in the market to make a living, recently this businessless business has not done a few votes, and even did not buy a few talismans, as a result, under the attack of the dialect and the siege of the formation, the mana was violently consumed.

"Even now, if I wait any longer, I'm afraid that this person will rush out, this four-phase Fulong Array seems to be a little out of character, and a few attacks from a mid-stage monk are a little unbearable. Fang Yan didn't think much about it, and a golden sword rune flame talisman was thrown over, and his figure disappeared into the formation in a burst of firelight.

The monk's divine sense had sensed that the dialect was coming, and hurriedly attacked the dialect with all his might, eager to kill the opponent in the shortest possible time. Who knew that Fang Yan was not in a hurry, it was another talisman, and the clothes were shocked, and then Fang Yan leaned over with the firelight. The man in black was trying his best to dodge the flames, but when he found that the dialect was indifferent in the firelight, he was even more terrified and couldn't believe how the dialect did it.

In fact, after Fang Yan's body was forged, his physical body could already be comparable to ordinary low-level defensive magic weapons, and although the Fire Flame Fu made Fang Yan feel hot all over his body, it couldn't hurt him in a short time. Another ball of fire surrounded the two dialects, and the man hurriedly used his mana to forcibly open the magic shield, but was surprised to find that he had always been unable to stay about three feet away from the dialect, and he was closely chasing aside. This kind of melee attack made the man in black who had become a monk very uncomfortable, desperately dodging and controlling the magic weapon to try to counterattack, and the consumption of mana was faster.

After a few breaths, the mana of this person was already insufficient, and an inattentive magic shield was suddenly broken, and a miserable scream was heard, and a hole was pierced in the chest of the man in black, and then his head flew high. Fang Yan hurriedly searched for the things on the person's body, forcibly endured all kinds of discomfort in his heart when he killed for the first time, burned his body with the fireball technique, collected the formation, turned around and ran.

After running a long way, he summoned the green crane, mounted it on his back, and fled quickly towards Luoxia Ridge. The whole process is very long, in fact, it is less than the time of a pillar of incense, and it is a long time after the dialect has left, someone happened to pass by here, and the eyes were gone.

When the dialect returned to his lodgings, it was sunset. Entering the innermost secret room, Fang Yan took out two bags, one was a storage bag, and the other was a spirit beast bag, which also contained a small mink that was trembling with fright. The storage bag was shabby, and when he was fighting with him, Fang Yan thought of it, in addition to dozens of spirit stones, there were also a few boxes containing spirit grass, and then two bottles of pills, two jade slips, and nothing else.

The pill is not bad, one bottle is Qingya Dan, and the other bottle contains only one, and the snow-white pill has a trace of purple lines on it, which turns out to be a purple elixir. This kind of elixir is rare, mainly to assist the advancement of cultivators in the Qi refining period, and it also has the effect of helping the divine soul, but this kind of elixir requires dozens of herbs, and it is difficult to refine, and ordinary alchemists are reluctant to refine it, so it sells for a lot of money, each of which is around a thousand spirit stones, and it is difficult to meet. Thinking that this person is so poor, I am afraid that the spirit stones are used to buy this pill.

Yu Jian didn't have time to plant the spirit grass in a hurry. After putting away these things, Fang Yan didn't know what to do with the little beast for a while, so he simply took the spirit beast bag outside and put it on the platform by the window.

Taking advantage of the fact that it was not yet dark, Fang Yan hurriedly planted the purchased spiritual grass seedlings and seeds in the spiritual field, and then applied spiritual rain one after another. A few green bamboos were planted on the edge of a small pond near the pavilion, leaving an open space for the bamboos to slowly spread out and plant after they were alive. The enoki orchid is planted in the blue bead space, and when this tree matures, the seeds are planted in the medicine garden outside. The other spirit grasses are planted in neat small areas, and the seeds are harvested when they are ripe before expanding the planting area.

After finishing these, it was already very late, and Fang Yan hurriedly ate dinner, and began to soak in soup and medicine, completing the daily compulsory course of body training. When everything was done and Fang Yan calmed down, he began to feel uncomfortable all over his body, and he couldn't be quiet, not as orderly as he had been in his previous cultivation, and his mind was very disturbed and manic.

Today, Fang Yan killed a person, although this person really should be killed, but he is also the first person killed by Fang Yan when he is so big, although he has seen a lot of dead people before, but they were all killed by others, and Fang Yan does not have any psychological burden. But today, this person was killed by tongues, and it was deliberately lured by tongues, and he was killed by a trap, and now he did not get the relief he wanted, but endless melancholy and sorrow.

Once upon a time, the kind-hearted son of the family in the southern city grew up in carefree, and the only thing he worried about every day was the love of his children, and now he embarked on this path of cultivation, but because someone coveted his spirit stone resources and wanted his own life, he stabbed his opponent, and he knew that this time was just the beginning. Could it be that cultivating immortals should be like this, killing all the people who block it? In the family, Fang Ye will kill the killer for the battle of will, and some people in the sect will put the dialect to death for a trivial matter, all of which makes the dialect have an indescribable boredom with the so-called survival of the immortal cultivator.

Fang Yan originally liked to cultivate life very much, the feeling of constantly challenging higher realms, the control of stronger and stronger forces, and especially the continuous exploration of this unknown world satisfied his strong curiosity, all of which made Fang Yan very fascinated by cultivation. But for the sake of a little bit of his insignificant cultivation resources, a childlike battle of spirits would have to fight to the death, which was really boring.

Is it just to let others kill them in open fire, block their own opportunities, snatch the resources that originally belonged to them but have to accept them, in exchange for the tranquility, even if they cultivate all the time, they will eventually do nothing, not to mention that others may not agree, just like Liu Mingyuan just wants to keep the opportunity he has gained, and he doesn't want to cause trouble, but in the end he ends up like this.

Sometimes Fang Yan thinks that there are still rules to speak of in the mortal world, and there are reasons to talk about, but in the world of immortal cultivators, what is seen the most is indifference, arrogance, selfishness and cold-bloodedness, turning this originally wonderful world of cultivation into such a dirty, is this what the monks who have given up a peaceful life and cut off the fate of the world are pursuing?

Since the cultivation of dialects, he has asked himself countless times, will he act against his conscience in the face of great interests? Will he give in regardless of the protection of his soul in the face of the pressure of death? Perhaps in the mortal world, someone has already given an answer to such a question, just like Li Fang, who has a very good impression of dialect, and there are many such people in the mortal world. And in this high cultivation realm, when it comes to the strength of the soul, those powerful monks are far inferior to mortals.

Maybe he didn't know everything about this cultivation realm, or maybe he was lucky enough to meet most of the selfish monks, aren't there still very good monks, just like Xiao Feng. Fang Yan shook his head, put aside his troubled thoughts, and gradually settled his mind, immersed himself in the cultivation of the Golden Que Sword Technique, and slowly forgot the entanglement in his heart, although he knew that these problems would have to be faced countless times in the future.

Early the next morning, Fang Yan walked briskly to the top of the mountain as usual, absorbing the first rays of the morning sun in a newly renovated pavilion to complete the daily compulsory morning class. This was followed by the cultivation of Rong Mu Jue, that is, absorbing a part of the nearby grass and trees, and then injecting them into the planted spiritual grass and spirit trees. For fear of being discovered, the dialect did not dare to absorb too much in one place, otherwise a large area of grass and trees would die, which would definitely arouse suspicion.

The nearby vegetation was quickly absorbed, and the dialect now had to run farther and farther away, but fortunately there was no one close to his dwelling. In the past few days, the feeling of being vaguely watched by others has come again, and Fang Yan never doubted his feelings, but Chang Bao and several people were frightened, and who else could not forget him like this. Fang Yan decided to go around at night to find out.

The day passed quickly, and when the dialect soaked in the decoction came out, night had already fallen. At this time, Fang Yan, dressed in black, quietly climbed out of the wall of his courtyard and made a detour around the surrounding mountains. More than an hour later, behind a piece of rubble on a hill opposite Fang Yan's residence, Fang Yan used his divine sense to find an old man in black, who estimated that his cultivation was lower than Fang Yan, and his divine sense was far inferior to Fang Yan, and he was still unaware of it when Fang Yan's divine sense locked on him.

Fang Yan hid behind the man, squatting quietly behind a boulder, trying his best to collect the breath on his body, who the hell was the person, waiting for him so tirelessly every day. After waiting for several hours, less than an hour before dawn, he felt the man move, and Fang Yan carefully raised his eyes, and the man ran down the hill with his waist bent at a rapid pace.

Without making a sound, the dialect immediately followed quietly, and the practice of the Dark Night Wind came into play, following closely behind like a light breeze, without the man noticing it. After following a few mountain beams along the way, the people entered the Red Eagle Peak, and at this time the sky began to slowly brighten, and it was no longer easy to track it, but Fang Yan already had the answer in his heart, and he was the one who fought with himself for a broken Dan furnace.

secretly despised the man for a while, and Fang Yan secretly planned again, he couldn't let him be monitored like this, but there was no reason to guard against thieves every day, thinking like this, Fang Yan slowly returned home.

It's constantly busy, the one hundred and fifty acres of spiritual fields are full of plants and trees, and it takes a lot of time to use the spiritual rain technique alone every day, and it takes a lot of time to use different spiritual planting techniques according to different spiritual grasses, plus cultivation, every day is tired enough. However, the harvest is also very large, not to mention the spiritual grass and spiritual fruit that grows gratifying in the spiritual field, the mana of the dialect alone has grown rapidly, and it has already touched the edge of the third layer, and this is only half a year away from the last promotion, and the speed is so fast that even the dialect can't believe it, and he almost forgets that he is the five spiritual roots.

The little mink was still in the spirit beast bag, and the dialect fed it the spirit valley ginkgo without eating, and then gave it a spirit grass as if it was playful, who knew that it was out of control, and kept being irritable in the spirit beast bag, until it was quiet until it ate seven or eight plants in a row. This makes the dialect very strange, what kind of spirit beast is this, specializing in eating spirit grass, who else can afford it, but I am afraid that the unlucky guy will also be eaten poor by it.

Thinking of this, Fang Yan found out the jade slips on the man's body, one was a superficial law, and the other was a magic trick about the beast, and it was obviously copied. There are several ways to raise spirit beasts, and there are two kinds of elixirs for spirit beasts, and I searched for a long time in it, and found an introduction to a spirit beast, which has a record of this spirit beast, although there are only a few words, but it finally made the dialect figure out what kind of spirit beast this is, and it also began to have a headache.

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